The driver occupied the front seat. The partition remained open.
Soft classical music played quietly through the speakers and yet the atmosphere inside the vehicle felt anything but relaxed.
Elena sat beside the window, her attention focused on the passing cityscape. As always, she looked impeccably put together.
A cream colored blouse disappeared beneath a tailored blazer while her blonde hair fell neatly over one shoulder. The bandage on her hand was hidden beneath the sleeve.
If someone looked at her now, they would never guess she'd spent the previous day dropping wine glasses and nearly burning herself in the kitchen.
Across from her, Alaric was busy answering emails on his phone or at least pretending to. Every few minutes his gaze drifted toward the woman sitting beside him.
Then immediately returned to the screen. The cycle repeated itself enough times that eventually Elena noticed.
